Fail the sun to shine as there is no more beauty left to alighten
What once flourished has weathered away
And what will not weather, I cannot stomach
Oh, the cruelty of a persistent scar

I can keep my lips from trembling
While i sever, with regretful hands
The strings so carelessly attached to me
I can remove the litter of intimacy

Alas, this will not be the death of me
If that which merely tears seldom lasts
How can that which breaks ever heal?
I would rather bleed than feel, I would rather bleed

No man can learn the value of his life without pain
Yet, no man deserves a life's worth in pain
And I have a lifetime left to learn
Am I not a better man?

A man who has grown sound and strong
A man who has learned from his misery
Am I not a better man?
A clever man who taught his flesh the way of steel

This lasting man of resolve and will
Am I not a better man?
Or just a bitter man
That rots with memories and only grows cold

Indeed I have grown cold
And this moment feels like the harshest end to the coldest day
This day has lasted a lifetime
With an eternity left to lapse

Here I am, forsaken just as I forsook the sun
A blend of venom and winter, the kiss of frost and poison
How I have wished for a steady hand to wipe away these scares
Or a tender kiss to render me forgetful

Where the sun to follow bitter examples
We would truly know winter eternally
May the sun shine on the forsaken
May the sun shine brightly and illuminate our scars